Harry Potter Locket Novels & Stories

Immediately, Jasmine drew out a talisman from the pocket of her jacket. "I had this made by a Chinese man from Douala. He made just two. This one, and the other can only be gotten by me or someone who gets directions from me. Whoever will ever show up hereto get Mars, Eneh please, if they don't have the other talisman, protect my son. Don't let them get him." "You really put action into this," Eneh, grabbing the metal from Jasmine and staring at it, plunged it into her pocket, "You're giving me thriller movies vibes now my dear friend." Jasmine smiled. The sincerest she's been able to pull off in a while.

It contains a square velvet box, and she lifts the lid and studies the contents. It’s an oval pendant, made from white gold, engraved with a picture of a mother holding two babies. Twin diamonds decorate either side. “It’s a locket,” I explain. I show her how to open it to reveal the hollow in each side. “You can put a photo of each twin. Or one of the twins together, and one of Saxon, whatever you want.” She looks up at me, eyes wide. “I had it made especially,” I say awkwardly. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it, but—”

But I… I can't. I barely skid to a halt when I see it—Harry’s locket—secured around my neck. The necklace is the first gift he gave me. The day he approached me in the station's bathroom and confessed his feelings for me. The same necklace bears the locket which contains his ashes. I still feel the heat from the pyre as I set the love of my life on fire. Still feel the smoke choking my breath. The remnants hot against my palm as I gathered them. Bones and skin reduced to ash.

He continued putting his cap on my head. “But…” I started again because I’m worried of him. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll just play with them.” He said with a serious look on his face now. I’m already outside the gate. He started walking back but I stopped him. “Wait!” I said. “Here.” I pulled out something from my pocket. It was Renzo-oppa’s gift to me. An apple shaped locket with gold chains. He said it was a lucky charm so he gave it to me.

Lloyd frowned and reached into the gap, pulling out, with some effort, a small square box, the hinges rusted but holding themselves together by luck alone. "What is this?" Lloyd carefully put the box down. All around him the shadows swelled, as if reaching for the find, withdrawing as they came within touching distance. His eyes widened in confusion as he cracked the lid, turning slightly to avoid the age-old dust that gratefully escaped. Inside lay a locket. The silver was dull from years of being neglected and hidden from view. The chain was fragile and looked as if it could barely support the oval charm. With shaking hands, his fingers warm with nervous sweat, Lloyd opened it. The two tin

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

"I didn't steal it!" That made me raised a brow. "That's not what I'm trying to say, where did you get that jewellry? Who gave that to you?" She pulled out the necklace from her neck and I get a clearer view of it; it was a round locket with black metal on the middle and gold linings, the outside was carve onto a symbol of some bird. It has an aged-effect so the round shape looks wiggly, one could see that whoever made that locket, handicrafted it with love and sterling and some real gold.

Vorian had orchestrated a scenario with no noble choice, only shades of damnation. My mind screamed, scrambling for a third option. Mom’s locket. Mom’s locket. It was a whisper from a drowning sister. It had to mean something. Think. Our mother’s locket was plain, silver, always warm to the touch… She’d never taken it off, not even to sleep. She’d said her own mother gave it to her. A Weaver heirloom. A wild, desperate thought ignited. What if it wasn’t just jewelry? What if it was a vessel? A tiny, hidden anchor for a different kind of power—a protective power?

Theo placed a hand on my shoulder, assuring me that everything would be fine. "We don't have anything that he owned" he said to Veronica who was moving about, lighting scented candles. "Oh but I do" she said, taking out a rusted black - more like brown- box. She blew off the dust on the surface of the box before unlocking it and lifting the lid. She took out a blue locket which was made of sapphire. "This was passed from Ivagon all the way to me. It represents our nature as druids" She said and handed it to me carefully.

The room fell silent. “Grandma?” Greta knelt in front of her and opened the box. Inside, on soft velvet, lay a delicate silver locket. Intricate and beautiful. The front was engraved with a tiny wolf howling at a crescent moon. When Lily opened it, she saw a picture of Greta holding her on one side, and the other side was empty. “We both don’t have your mother…” Greta’s voice quivered with emotion. Lily stared at the locket.